She has words
up and down her left arm,
in black ink.
Incoherent scribbles,
which bleed
from her beautiful skin.
YOU ARE READING
Lucky Stars
Poetry"Whenever a lucky star is made a falling star is saved." He made them in the hope they would save her.
Note Number Three
She has words
up and down her left arm,
in black ink.
Incoherent scribbles,
which bleed
from her beautiful skin.